Whistle

A Rajastani, who had spent his whole life in the desert, comes to visit
a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on. While
standing in the middle of the rail tracks one day, he hears this
whistle -- Whooee da Whoee! -- but doesn't know what it is.
Predictably, he's hit and is thrown to the side of the tracks. It was
only a glancing blow, so he was fortunate to receive some minor internal
injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house
attending a party one evening. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears
the teakettle whistling. He grabs a iron rod from the nearby shelf
and proceeds to batter and bash the teakettle into an unrecognizable
lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen,
sees what's happened and asks the desert man, "Why did you ruin my good
tea kettle?"
The desert man replies, "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're
small."